Later that afternoon, an emergency council meeting commenced.
The council was gathered in a circle, their faces etched with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Each of them sought answers to the astounding occurrences that had unfolded the night before.
“What transpired last night, Alpha Caleb?” Elder Lawson inquires. “How did the pack manage to escape Cedric’s rampage?”
Caleb sits at the head of the council, his countenance a mask of apparent puzzlement. “I wish I knew,” he responds, feigned bewilderment lacing his words. “The events of last night remain a mystery to me as well.”
Elder Margaret, her aged eyes scrutinizing Caleb’s every word, leans forward. “Do you mean to say that you have no knowledge of what happened either, Alpha Caleb?” Her voice holds a trace of suspicion.
Caleb maintains his front of innocence, his expression carefully neutral. “I can assure you, esteemed elders, I was just as surprised as every one of you to find the pack completely unharmed this morning. I’m ashamed to admit it, but despite every one of our attempts at keeping him contained, Cedric’s wolf had made a habit of wreaking havoc to some level every other night, but last night was a strange anomaly. It was weirdly calm, as I’m sure you all noticed.”
The elders exchanged skeptical glances. Their doubts were evident as they deliberated on the unusual turn of events. The sudden cessation of the usual chaos bore an air of the inexplicable, leaving the council puzzled and wary.
Elder Thomas, his brow furrowed with concern, spoke up next. “Could it be that the witches are plotting something else? It could also be another enemy at play here. Are we to expect a more dire consequence?”